About Dew

Dew  Pellucid in his youth

Dew Pellucid first started writing books so he might have something new to read. Indeed, of the million books at the Orphanage of Castaway Children, there isn't one his watery eyes had not perused; this taking place in less than a decade.

But now, as this old Echo draws near his one-hundredth birthday, his hunt for a good story is only rivaled by his everlasting quest after Cold Fire Mushrooms. For it was as he scrapped the bottom of his crystal ball mushroom container that Dew Pellucid first heard of Fredrick Fingeldy.

Then strange events began to happen in his beloved library. And watching faithfully down every corridor, every garden path, Dew Pellucid witnessed a wonderful story, happening there, right before his eyes (his many Eyes). And, best of all, even he had a part to play in the unfolding tale, which he set down at last in the pages of a book.

"I will make you famous!" he promised the Prince's Sound. And so he has.


Dear Unpellucid Reader,

I am always happy to hear that Sounds are showing some common-sense and reading my story of the Echoes. Indeed, it would be delightful if you put a quill to paper (or finger to keyboard) and sent me a message. In short, dear Sound (or Echo, for that matter), I'd love to hear from you.

Dew Pellucid's Email
TheSoundAndTheEchoes [at] hotmail [dot] com

Your Echo Friend,

Dew Pellucid

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